Everyone thinks love at first sit
And ends right away
But when it comes to
Dan and Jeny
Love never ends they stay with echothere
Till the end of life for them.

I feel further away everyday,
but why does it still count?
From what I know and what I feel,
and what I think about.

What does it still count toward me?
What have I to gain?
But new faces with new places,
To hide away the pain.

The pain of new, the pain of old
Still withers down this hour.
for every moment and every second,
I am a DYING flower.

Forgive me for what I'm not 
For I know not what I become 
Traded places syncing faces jaded
By the lovers lusting rust. 
It was far more then beautiful 
But to livid to be love 
Retract as the instincts we lack are 
Driven out by the fevers we hunt.

We were once the same--flesh and heart,
Until I found myself ripping at the bark that protected you, searching,
as if trying to rid myself of my denying fingerprints,

the one thing that set us apart,

and disappear into what I admired.

I would bathe in your words.
My letters were spat at you like angular bullets that never broke your armor,
and sometimes I would miss you enough to crawl into my depths
the ominous gaping part of me,
and secure myself in horn marrow.
I would shriek your name into my coronary halls,
listening intently for echoes to hear you return
and return.

I think of you
as I trail my fingers across the parchment where your name is written,
faded on a forgotten surface that was once a tree,
that once had bark,
is gentle and
lets me keep my fingerprints
and is a reminder that you once were.

I've had a few best friends, but none such as this.
I moved up north this year on a whim hoping for renewal.
And a chance at Christmas.
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That was Summer.
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Now, it is Novem"brrr",
and I have been in this apartment for awhile.
Myself, my roommates: Jesse Sam & Kyle.

Last night; a fight!! one i NEVER thought would happen.
a drunken brawl for over 1/2 an hour
Each one trying to gain power
over the other.
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Afterwards, tears were shed, hands were shaken,
places were taken and a pipe was passed.
and upon waking up, each realized their ultimate mistake.
Never shall this happen again for anybody's sake.

My first pair of converse I couldn't wait to wear.
I look back now and see you're not there.

Naive and careless, I put them on with bare-feet.
Left blisters, sores, and a burning heat.

Now they fit quite perfect comfy and worn.
Unlike you, I'm left with this heart, broken and torn.

Monday was the languidly curling wisps of steam
the cup of tea you didnt drink

Tuesday was the pale clouds hovering to the waves roaring
trying to keep up with your heart's beating

Wednesday was the phone you left uncharged the night before
your lover who left before you saw

Thursday was the lazy morning the window panes foggy
you woke up 10.00am your vision still hazy

Friday was sobranie
sweetly sickly you try to drown your worries

Saturday was the night sky starless
you sat beneath it, sleepless

Sunday was the low rumbling of the train tracks
blue skies turned into black

I began making myself a coffee and
I started to make one for you too

but you weren't there.

I set the two cups down, side by side, and added the sugar
-two teaspoons, just the way you like it-
and then I remembered  

you weren't there.

The moment before that, I'd been having
a little conversation with you
in my head.

You know,
the way you do when the person isn't there?

Perhaps thats why I did it.

Or perhaps,
I just so enjoy always having my cup of coffee with you that,
when you aren't there,
I still want to feel that closeness,
that roundness and completeness I feel when I'm with you,
sipping sweet, flavoured coffee
and helping our conversation meander along.

But you weren't there.

So, I poured the sugar from your cup back into the bowl
and finished making my one, seemingly lonely coffee.

And then I texted you
to let you know what I had done
and to ask you a question ;

"Does doing that mean I love you?"

but I already knew the answer,

didn't I.